Monday, February 18, 2013

Morning Song

the time stamp lies, it's nearly 5:30am here in beautiful South Africa



Muted and gray are all the words that you say
I’m not listening anymore anyway
Perfectly shaded everything seemed at first
But that was just well rehearsed
“this will be the last time” I say
But always, it’s all the same
Six or seven times before today
Things have ended up in the same way

But the lightness in your tone
And the brightness of your eyes
Keep me coming back for another time
It’s the flashing of your love
And it’s the breaking of your heart
That make me hope that this could be the start

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